by Anya Aurelie
Ashley still couldn't believe that she had cheated on Mike, her husband, much less with two men at the same time. But when she was totally honest with herself, she had to admit that she had no regrets. Mike just didn't satisfy her, and these men had known exactly how she wanted to be taken — roughly.
Absently, Ashley opened the cabinet and reached in for the sugar, remembering them reaching into her. It wasn't there.
"Dammit!" she swore. She'd forgotten that she'd used the last of it in some cookies she'd made to welcome Mike back from his business trip at the end of the weekend. She'd felt guilty for what she'd been doing while he was gone.
He hadn't suspected a thing, eating the cookies gratefully.
Ashley had a moment of panic about the sugar. She was already running late getting this cake baked for Mike's company's charity auction, and if she had to go to the store for sugar, there was no way she'd be done in time. Ashley and Mike lived in the suburbs, and the closest store was a 15-minute drive away. Add in time spent finding the sugar and then standing in line, and it would take way too long.
She considered honey, but wasn't sure how to cake would turn out. She considered using all brown sugar, but decided she couldn't risk it. It was the biggest cliché in the book, but there was only one answer: she'd have to ask her neighbors to borrow a cup of sugar. Two, actually.
Feeling foolish, Ashley slipped on flip-flops and headed outside. Most of the houses were empty and still, but across the street and two houses down, she saw a man mowing his front lawn. His shirt was off, and he was sweaty. She had to admit that she enjoyed looking at his buff chest, dripping with the effort of his chore.
Ashley approached the man, who didn't notice her until she was almost right next to him, the noise of the engine was so loud. When he cut the engine, the air felt still around them.
"I'm so sorry to bother you," Ashley began, "but I have a favor to ask."
The man wiped sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. Oh, he was sexy alright. "I'm Ashley," she said. "I live right there." She pointed back at her own house.
"Dave," the man said, extending his other hand. His grip was firm on her much smaller hand. "What can I do for you?"
"I feel so ridiculous asking you this, but I'm baking a cake for this charity auction my husband's company is holding. And I just discovered I'm out of sugar."
The man smiled at her, looking like he was trying not to laugh. "Oldest trick in the book," he said.
"No!" Ashley protested. "I really am —"
"No worries," Dave told her. "I think we have sugar. Come on inside."
Gratefully, Ashley followed him up the steps and into his house. It looked much like hers, though the walls were painted seafoam green rather than Ashley and Mike's gray. Otherwise, everything was the same. She hated the cookie-cutter house where they lived.
When Ashley heard the click of the lock behind her, she turned back with a start. "What are you doing?" she asked quickly, alarmed.
"I'm happy to give you your sugar, but what are you going to give me in return?" Dave asked.
Ashley was outraged. "Give you? What happened to neighbors doing favors for other neighbors?"
"I prefer tit for tat," Dave said, reaching out toward her. He put his hand on her breast. She felt her nipple harden instinctively. Remembering the two men from the frat party, she wondered if she were capable of cheating on Mike again. And so soon.
Dave was standing in front of the door as though guarding it, though he didn't look like he would actually prevent her from leaving. He looked like this was all a game to him.
Well, Ashley knew how to play games.
"I'll just get it from someone else, then," she said breezily. He stood with his arms folded over his chest, staring at her. He was still dripping with sweat down his bare chest. She definitely found him attractive. Without meaning to, she began imagining getting down on her knees in front of that hot body, and putting his cock in her mouth.
"You could get sugar from someone else," Dave said, as though considering it. "But you're already here. I could just run into the kitchen right now and grab you whatever you need. All I want is a little favor in return."
"And what exactly do you have in mind?" she asked.
"I guess it depends just how much sugar you need." He strode away from the door then, and Ashley considered leaving for a second. There was still time to dart out, head down the street and find someone else. She didn't have to do this.
She turned and followed him into the kitchen. He pulled a huge canister down from the shelf and got out a Tupperware container.
"You show me what you can do and I'll show you how much sugar I can spare," he said.
Ashley's heart was racing. She approached Dave's naked chest and gently kissed him on the shoulder.
"That's a great start," he said doubtfully. Getting a teaspoon from the drawer, he measured out a half teaspoon of sugar and put it into the Tupperware.
"My recipe calls for two cups!" she protested.
"Then you'd better get a move on."
She grabbed his chest, feeling his muscular pecs and squeezing his nipples between her fingers. She would touch him, she decided, but she would not use her mouth on him. That's where she would draw the line.
As Dave watched her, she rubbed up and down his chest and stomach, then moved outward to squeeze his biceps. His skin felt nice under her fingers, the muscles tight and well-developed. She stepped away. Dave smiled at her and measured out two teaspoons of sugar.
"That deserves more than two teaspoons," she said.
"I'm being generous."
She would have to touch more of him. She approached him again, and reached around behind him to squeeze his ass. She felt his cock pop up, and he pushed it against her belly. She squeezed his ass harder and slapped it lightly, allowing him to push his cock against her. When she stepped away again, he added only one more teaspoon into the Tupperware. They were not getting far.
"What do you want from me?" she asked, already knowing the answer. "We need to move faster than this. I don't have long to finish my baking."
Dave shrugged. "Guess you're going to have to get a little bit more creative," he said. "Maybe you should show me something of yours."
Hesitantly, Ashley pulled off her shirt. She stood in this stranger's kitchen with her bra exposed, and he stared at her breasts as though he never seen tits before. The erection in his pants was getting even more obvious.
"Well?" she asked expectantly.
"Well what? Keep going."
Reluctant, Ashley unbuttoned the top button of her pants and pulled down the zipper. She pulled the tight-fitting dark green cloth down over her curves, and then she stood there in just bra and panties in front of him.
Dave nodded. "Now we're starting to get somewhere," he said. He measured out three more teaspoons into the Tupperware. They still had a long way to go.
"I think you should undress me now too," he told her.
"I have a husband, you know," she said.
To her surprise, Dave said, "I know. I've seen him. I've seen you too." He looked her up and down with a lusty stare. Despite having lived here for almost a year, Ashley was embarrassed to admit that she had never noticed Dave before. Perhaps because he had never had his shirt off in her presence before. She would definitely notice him from now on.
"It doesn't bother you to be doing this to someone who's married?" she asked him.
"Quite the contrary," he said. "I'm married too. And it turns me on. It turns me on to imagine him fucking you, and to imagine fucking you myself in that same hole."
Ashley was shocked, but as a protest began leaving her mouth, she felt a gush of wetness surge to her pussy.
"You will not be fucking me in any hole," she told him with certainty.
"We'll see about that. Now, you were about to undress me?" he prompted.
Ashley closed the few feet between them again, and grasped the top button of his jeans with a twinge of guilt. She was
She pushed his pants down, and his boxers were tented outward with his rock-hard erection.
"Keep going," he said. Ashley pretended she hadn't heard him. Instead, she rubbed his sweaty chest some more. It really did feel good. She wondered how often he worked out, or if the manual labor he did around the house, such as the lawnmowing she had observed, kept him in this good of shape alone.
She stepped back then. "More sugar?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
Rolling his eyes, he measured out the tiniest portion of a teaspoon, adding just a few more grains of sugar to the Tupperware.
Ashley's eyes darted up to the clock on the wall behind Dave. She had been here for 15 minutes already. If she didn't start accumulating sugar faster, she would never gain her full two cups in time to take the cake to the auction.
Taking a deep breath, she reached out and pulled down his boxers. His cock sprang free, bouncing back into place as the cloth moved over it. Then she grabbed his cock in her fist, surprisingly big and wide, and began jerking him, moving her hand up and down on his hard shaft. The head of his dick was bulging, and she thought that he had a very nice shape to it. She wouldn't let him know how much she was enjoying this.
Dave threw his head back and let out a moan.
"Get it wet," he instructed.
"Wet? How?"
"With your mouth," he gasped out.
"No," she said. "I'm not going to touch you with my mouth." He had reached the line that she would not cross.
Dave reached down and squeezed one of her tits, hard. It sent a shiver through her body. He grabbed her tit like he owned her, even though they had just met.
“Do it," he snarled. "If you want your precious sugar, suck that cock." Then he roughly pulled her bra straps down her arms, unfastened her bra behind her back, and let her breasts out. They bounced free, exposed. She felt naked and vulnerable. And very turned on.
Ashley took a deep breath. "I'm not going to suck your cock," she said. "That's something I do for my husband alone." Never mind that less than a week earlier she'd done it for two anonymous frat guys.
Dave pulled away from her hand suddenly, and slapped a plastic lid on the Tupperware container. "Here," he said, holding the container out to her. “This is what you've earned. Take it and go."
“Wait —” she protested.
"If you want any more, you know what you have to do."
Ashley thought quickly. If she left now, she might still be able to get some sugar from one of the other neighbors in time to bake. But what if they weren't home?
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to let her inner slut out again — just one more time.
Without a word, Ashley dropped to her knees in front of Dave, just inches from his cock. She looked up at him, and he was staring back down at her sternly.
Before she could lean forward into his cock, he grabbed her by the back of the head with both hands and shoved her face onto him. Her mouth was instantly filled with his cock, the salty precum mingling with her saliva. She loved the feeling of being forced onto his dick.
Eagerly, she sucked and licked him, making her way up and down his shaft. She licked the sensitive spot on the bottom of the head of his penis, then lubricated up to his balls, taking them into her mouth. He tasted different from Mike, but she liked it. Then she returned to the head of his cock, and took all of him deep into her mouth.
For someone who had said only a moment earlier that she would not touch him with her mouth, she was making quite an effort now.
He continued holding onto the back of her head, and now he began moving her head up and down on his cock, as though using her face like a Fleshlight. She obligingly let him control her.
He pulled out of her mouth then, and at the same moment let go of her head. She almost fell backward with the sudden absence of him holding her up.
“Take your panties off," he demanded. "I want to see all of your naked body."
She was all in now, so she stood up and slid the underwear down her legs. She stood, fully naked in front of him, while he looked up and down. "Turn around," he demanded, and she turned, showing him her ass.
"Spread your ass cheeks apart," he said. "I want to see your pussy and your asshole."
Ashley did as she was told, spreading herself with both hands. She could feel his eyes on her, and she wondered what she looked like from this angle.
Then she felt his cock tapping at her ass cheeks. He was slapping her with his wet fuckstick, showing her he was in control.
"Don't fuck me," she begged. "At least leave me that one thing for my husband."
"I'll do what I want to do to you," he said, but he moved around to stand in front of her.
"Keep that ass in the air, and suck my cock, you slut," he said. She lifted her head to him, again taking him into her mouth while she stayed leaned over, trying to maintain her balance. As she sucked him, he reached behind her and slapped her ass a few times with his open palm. It stung, and each time she jumped. She also felt herself growing wetter. She longed for him to push a finger inside of her. As much as she'd meant it when she said she wanted to save her pussy for her husband, she longed to feel him stuffing this thick cock deep inside of her. He would fuck her silly, she was sure, unlike her husband.
"Now stand up," he demanded, grabbing her tits roughly in both hands and pulling her up by them. She stood in front of him, waiting for his instruction. He went to the counter, pulled a half-cup measure from a drawer, and measured out half a cup of sugar and poured it into the container.
"Spread your legs." She obeyed, feeling a thrill at the thought that he might touch her between them. His finger would glide right over her puffy pussy lips now, she imagined, with how turned on she was. She wanted to be taken so badly, but she couldn't let herself do it. She couldn't betray Mike again — not fully, at least. Not any more than she already was, allowing this strange man into her cunt.
She stood in front of him with legs spread wide, and he walked slowly around her body, slapping and groping her wherever he wanted. He slapped her tits hard, grabbed her ass, squeezed her waist. She let him slap her around, growing hornier with every second. Finally, he stood in front of her again, and staring directly into her face as though challenging her to look away, he reached between her legs.
His hand touched her clit, and then kept going. She shivered. He felt further back and his finger glided over her slippery skin. He raised an eyebrow at her. "Feels like you're enjoying this," he said. She looked down at the floor, feeling guilty.
"Look at me," he demanded. "Tell me you like my cock."
She looked up at him. "I like your cock," she said quietly.
"What was that?" he asked.
"I like your cock," she said louder, looking him straight in the eye. "I love sucking it. It gets me wet. I can't wait to make you come."
A smile rose to his lips and slowly spread over his face. “That’s better," he said. “Now lie down on the floor."
She did as she was told, feeling the hard coldness of the tiles on her skin, and from the floor she watched as he measured out half a cup more of sugar and poured it slowly into the Tupperware container. Now they were getting somewhere.
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